August 1st, 2014

Lost and Found and Lost

I spent most of the week looking for, and obsessing over, a piece of ID I'd lost. The first place I called was the movie theatre where I suspected I'd lost it, but at the time they said they hadn't found it. Then yesterday afternoon I got a call from the cinema and they had found my ID after all. So, a leisurely drive of 18 miles this afternoon, and I had the ID back.

Then, just a couple of hours later, this happened:

I wrote a check to G to help with clothes and camp for Bunny, put it in an envelope, sealed/stamped/addressed the envelope, and went out the door to (a) move the car, (b) mail the check from the corner of 21st, and (c) shop for a few food items at Trader Joe's (also on 21st).

Somewhere between (a) and (b), the envelope disappeared. And I have no fuckin' idea what happened to it. Did I put it down before going out to move the car, figuring I'd pop back in to pick up the envelope before heading to 21st? Or did I take it with me into the car, put it down on the passenger seat, and then somehow manage to lose it in the car? Or maybe I put the thing on top of the car while I was putting the key in the door. Well, hey, at least we can narrow down its whereabouts to (a) in the house, (b) in the car, (c) blowing down the street somewhere within a half-mile radius of where I dropped it, or (d) none of the above.

This anecdote is made slightly less amusing, for me, by the fact that my Dad suffered from Alzheimer's in is last years.

Now he was 80 and I'm 51 - a bit young to be worrying about AD, but it still haunts me.

Krav Maga

I've been doing Krav Maga off-and-on for about two years. I started with KMI in San Francisco; the manager is a tough, wiry Israeli (a veteran of the Golani Brigade, I later learned) named Danny. When I moved back to Portland, I signed up with the local school (KM Worldwide) which has classes in Beaverton and Hillsboro.

The hardest part was realizing that at 50 or so I didn't have the stamina of the younger students; I was usually the oldest person in the class. The warm-ups at the beginning of class were sometimes quite taxing and left me drained for the rest of the session. I learned to pace myself on the warm-ups so that I'd have the energy to complete the rest of the class successfully.

I'm enjoying the class a lot. It can get quite rough - right now I'm nursing a bruise on my ribcage, as well as a less painful but quite spectacular one on my forearm. You train with pads, which are supposed to absorb most of the force of your opponent's blows, but you're still going to feel an impact. (Especially if you're practicing knee strikes.) I like that, though, I like the realism and the stimulation from the striking and kicking.

Krav isn't a "martial art" in the traditional sense. It's basic hand-to-hand combat; it's street fighting. Good form is defined as whatever works. It's practical - I like that.